Category Archives: short stories

Pigeon shit splattered on the dirty brown jacket he’d slept on the previous evening, it smelt damp. Grey pull himself to a seated position and rubbed his eyes. The cold air ripped through his remaining senses, hastening the constrictions in … Continue reading →

Immersed in the bathtub my mind wandered.  I was bombarded with noisy thoughts vying for attention.  This confused me; my ideas weren’t usually that urgent.  The bath seemed a suitable shelter; I thought that bodily sensation might cure mental activity … Continue reading →

Submerged in icy murk he thrashed in wild panic as his father barked orders from the boat. The storm had torn their little fleet of dinghies from the moorings, ripping cleats and scattering boats across the river. He reached up … Continue reading →

She stared over the sun-bleached table at his cracked face and smiled, deep lines criss-crossing his pale cheekbones. He was nearly eighty, but she remembered when that white moss was dark black. She traced the thin broken veins that scattered … Continue reading →

‘Mademoiselle et Monsieur, sils vous plait, ecoute, live music…’ He pressed the button on the back of the beige, Bakelite tape recorder that was strapped to his small trolley. It had a small amp and a collection of Miguel’s stuff … Continue reading →

An empty playground overlooked by a derelict block of flats. Not exactly paradise, but its what we’ve got. Its in the country, its got houses, but no shop, no church, no centre. Bill says someone died in them flats, but he’s … Continue reading →